Eight lanes of asphalt.
Late afternoon sun, just below the brim of my baseball cap.
The hat and sunglasses aren’t enough.
I use my hand to shade my eyes from the glare,
So I can see the signal, miles away.
No heatwaves rise from the road. I don’t know why.
In the distance, the sky is white, overhead, it’s faded blue. [...]
“You’re holding up the garage with car jacks?” Our neighbor (the female, college-teacher one, not the handyman one) laughed, hand over her mouth, as she walked up the driveway, dodging power tools, weed whackers, workbenches, bicycles, rusty paint cans and other soiled and seldom-seen or used accoutrement or modern homeownership, like a tailback weaving untouched [...]
In real estate industry parlance, our garage is referred to as a “tear-down.” At some indeterminate time in the past, tree roots pushed the center of the concrete floor upwards, and now I keep thinking an alien is about to pop out. It looks just like Sigorney Weaver’s stomach right before the monster breaks the skin. The roots’ upward [...]
Although I’m a firm believer that you gotta friggin’ post if you want anyone to read your blog, I’ve been struggling with the muse since we returned from Europe. I guess there’s a heck of a lot more to occupy my mind at home than there was on our bike trip, where we had about [...]